C9 His Prey

I was so wrong about him. His words, our calls, his promises before marriage. Everything was a lie.

“Stop…”

With a quiet laugh, his hand gripped my waist, putting his leg in between.

With a tear I tried to close my legs but he restrained me. Pinning my hands above my head with one hand and the other holding my waist, turning my head to the side, unable to witness the repugnant sight